When on the verge of this melancholic state of mind
Which hangs around me, waving emotions,
At this time of the day... I feel deeply alone.
Then I breathe, I control, dominate, on my own
And turn loneliness into enjoyable solitude.
Detaching myself from unnecesary ties...
Lifting the essential, walking through in the nude
It feels as growing stronger
Yet none of this I want the forthcoming nite
But embrace vulnerability and get myself sheltered,
Nestled in the thought of thine cuddling sight.
Oren Lavie – Her Morning Elegance
Where people are pleasently strange
Which hangs around me, waving emotions,
At this time of the day... I feel deeply alone.
Then I breathe, I control, dominate, on my own
And turn loneliness into enjoyable solitude.
Detaching myself from unnecesary ties...
Lifting the essential, walking through in the nude
It feels as growing stronger
Yet none of this I want the forthcoming nite
But embrace vulnerability and get myself sheltered,
Nestled in the thought of thine cuddling sight.
Oren Lavie – Her Morning Elegance
Where people are pleasently strange
1 comentario:
Ya te lo he dicho por chat, pero te lo vuelvo a repetir. Me encanta tu primera poesía en inglés!... Es mágica!! ¿Quién no se ha sentido así alguna vez?
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